作词 : Dennis Lambert & Brian Potter
one  tin  soldier 许冠杰
制作by  xiaoqin 送给sam'fans
Listen  children  to  a  story
that  was  written  long  ago,
about  a  kingdom  among  a  mountain
And  the  valley  folks  below.
On  the  mountain  was  a  treasure
buried  deep  beneath  a  stone,
And  the  valley  people  swore
They'd  have  it  for  their  very  own.
Go  ahead  and  hate  your  neighbor,
go  ahead  and  cheat  a  friend.
Do  it  in  the  name  of  heaven,
justify  it  in  the  end.
There  won't  be  any  trumpets  blowing,
come  the  judgement  day,
On  the  bloody  morning  after.............
One  Tin  Soldier  rides  away.
So  the  people  of  the  valley
sent  a  message  up  the  hill,
Asking  for  the  buried  treasure
Tons  of  gold  for  which  they'd  kill.
Came  the  answer  from  the  kingdom,
With  our  brothers  we  will  share,
all  the  secrets  of  our  mountain,
all  the  riches  buried  there
Go  ahead  and  hate  your  neighbor,
go  ahead  and  cheat  a  friend.
Do  it  in  the  name  of  heaven,
justify  it  in  the  end.
There  won't  be  any  trumpets  blowing,
come  the  judgement  day,
On  the  bloody  morning  after.............
One  Tin  Soldier  rides  away.
Now  the  valley  cried  with  anger,
Mount  your  horses,draw  your  swords
And  they  killed  the  mountain  people,
So  they  won  their  just  rewards
now  they  stood  beside  the  treasure,
on  the  mountain,dark  and  red
Turned  the  stone  and  looked  beneath  it
Peace  On  Earth,was  all  it  said.
Go  ahead  and  hate  your  neighbor,
Go  ahead  and  cheat  a  friend,
Do  it  in  the  name  of  heaven,
You  can  justify  it  in  the  end.
There  won't  be  any  trumpets  blowing
Come  the  judgement  day,
On  the  bloody  morning  after
One  Tin  Soldier  rides  away.
Go  ahead  and  hate  your  neighbor,
Go  ahead  and  cheat  a  friend,
Do  it  in  the  name  of  heaven,
You  can  justify  it  in  the  end.
There  won't  be  any  trumpets  blowing
Come  the  judgement  day,
On  the  bloody  morning  after
One  Tin  Soldier  rides  away.
Go  ahead  and  hate  your  neighbor,
Go  ahead  and  cheat  a  friend,
Do  it  in  the  name  of  heaven,
You  can  justify  it  in  the  end.
There  won't  be  any  trumpets  blowing
Come  the  judgement  day,
On  the  bloody  morning  after